orcishgamer: I'm offering 4 games (one per person) off my GOGMix:
http://www.gog.com/en/mix/games_you_should_play_if_you_havent If you want one of the games, send me a reason why and any fanfic you care to write about it (based on what you know about the game, since you might not have played it, don't feel you have to be canonically accurate). If you include fanfic please include whether you're willing to let me post it anonymously or post it here if you're not too shy.
I have never played Master Of Orion, but judging from its title I am confident I have written an accurate portrayal of the game play at hand.
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The Master of Orion, an original epic tale by zomgieee
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Orion's Master appeared to be in an uncharacteristically good mood as he descended into the Lower Kitchens. Humming a bawdy ballad and taking the steps two at a time, the Master quickly reached the pastry chef.
'Orion !' the Master beamed. 'Fancy meeting you down here in the Kitchens. How *is* the Keep's *Cake Maker* today ?'
Orion had been the property of the Master for 14 of his 17 years now, and knew well that an answer was not expected or desired.
When no answer was forthcoming the Master continued with increased, manic enthusiasm.
'I would of assumed you would be preoccupied with Nebula. Apparently you two have been quite eager to find seclusion for great lengths of time in the eve. Although, goodness knows what two young people could possibly have to talk about at such sorrowful hours.'
Again the Master paused, apparently waiting politely for the other party to join the one sided conversation.
Orion barely heard the Master's baiting after Nebula's name was mentioned. He was filled with fear for Nebula's life (he had long ago stopped caring about his own), anger that they had gotten careless and thus caught, and not for the first time frustration at his own impotence over his own fate.
Lost in his own pensive thoughts, Orion realised too late that the Master had grown tired of the game at hand. "Answer me you DOG !" he roared, striding up to Orion and striking him hard on the temple.
Orion was of slight frame, and the unexpected blow easily knocked him to the floor, where he remained huddled in groggy confusion.
The Master drew up a chair besides the prone figure and set his considerably large frame down.
'So, what am I to do with you two ?' the Master resumed, returning to a steady calm voice. 'I suppose the simplest thing to do would be remove the problem. Merchant's daughters go missing all the time, I'm sure..'
'NO!' pleaded Orion.
The sheer desperation in Orion's voice pleased the Master. It had been a long time since he had been able to illicit such emotion from him. Truly, this was a fish whose line was worth paying out.
Showing care to disguise his delight, the Master continued. 'And what reassurance then, would I have, Orion ? What reassurance that Nebula wouldn't get with your child should she live ? No doubt, the next time your mate was in heat Orion the Dog would slink off into the night to answer. '
Rising deliberately slowly, Orion stood before his Master. People had been killed for less. He had SEEN people killed for less. It was too late for him, but in total surrender he hoped he could spare his beloved.
"Master, I am unworthy of your continued indulgence. I plead for your benevolence in pardoning Nebula. I gladly accept the hangman's noose.
The Master appeared to be incredibly fascinated with one of his many rings, turning it and pulling it past the first knuckle, then returning it to its original place. 'Hmmmmmmm, an interesting proposal, but good cake makers are *so hard to find*, Orion. No, no, there must be a, smaller, sacrifice perhaps, you can make.
The terrible grin returned across the Masters face, as he looked up from his hand to meet Orion's eyes, then shifting his gaze to stare at a large baking knife resting on a side table.
"Much smaller indeed, if you believe those talkative chamber maids.."